I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.
Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!
You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.
Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?
I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!
Has anyone ever told you that you lack focus?
Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.
Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy
He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.
Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—" "Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.
You don't scare me, Cadence Jones. I've lived with crazy, I've ridden with crazy, I've vacationed with crazy, I've visited crazy in various hospitals, I've sat in on therapy sessions with crazy. Frankly, I think women who don't have major emotional disorders are really very dull.
Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).
I zoomed in on the shoe department like a blonde homing pigeon. Shoes, shoes everywhere! Ah, sweet shoes. I truly think you can take the measure of a civilization by looking at its footwear.
It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.
It was scary how much she sounded like me sometimes. Maybe that's why she totally got on my nerves
I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.
Here I am, just wandering down a deserted street in the middle of the night. I hope I don't run into any trouble. Goodness, that would just ruin my whole evening." I strolled and hummed, trying to project Innocent Victim.
Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.
I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago." "Waitress!" Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. "Bring two!" then, more quietly,"You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bullet in the ear?
She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.
It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.
They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.
There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat.
Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.
I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.
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